Raven, or rather, Mystique, could have probably wormed her way out of his hold, but today she was pulled back, sucking in a breath, but complying. The rage didn't disappear all together from her face, and her every muscle still seemed tense, but a few blinks and her eyes returned to their human appearance.
She tugged herself away from Tony, eyes glossy and face red, putting more distance between them as she fumbled for her coat, trying not to upset Tony's in the process. If she stayed here she was going to end up killing the little witch, and Tony would never forgive her. She couldn't even look at her. But if she left- she might as well start packing.
"I- have to- " her excuse didn't get further than that before she pushed her way out of the room.